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I dreamt we were standing by the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple in the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette, watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us, smiling at me
I awoke subcon and alone in a faraway place
The Sun fell cold upon my face, the cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall, pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, dream my way back to you again
Count the days slowly passing by
Step on a plane and fly away
I'll see you then as the dawnbirds sing
On a cold and misty morning by the Albert bridge